As my ship started to move
you bade adieu with a flying kiss.
It is still my flag of love.
I'm bored with sea and sky, currents bring me your thoughts
confided to a river.
I seek a foothold on new land,
days and nights are on frying pans.
I need your pix through mirror moon.
When I seek you at my side,
river and moon hold you back,
but part of you is full moon and the life is a river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh such a nice poem it is. I loved it. Lovely and superb.
Your imagination matched with mine. Thanks.